francis e.rudy Poems

I have a story to tell

from my private hell
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Here, as everywhere

it's true.
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the wind blows my window
i'ts near time to go

across the cold alley way
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in love again, what good am i,
if i can't see for the stars in my eyes

already, i'm becoming metamorphic
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No letters, no calls
No one at the door
No lovers anymore
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Am i the only one
who disagrees with you

Am i truely dumb
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New mournin in the city.
New mournin in the town!
Time to thank the lord I'm still around!
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there was a time the clock ticked slow
then, i moved fast with somewhere to go!
now, like the weather i change
now, i show my age
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Each day goes by, i notice not the sky

nor the color of the tree
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as i lay thinking
i wonder about above
do any creatures, other than man love?
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